Hudson
“What the hell, Olivia?”
“Calm down. Calm down. This is why I didn’t tell you until now. You overreact to things.”
I tossed the file I’d been working on to the side of my desk. “I’m overreacting? A woman opens someone else’s mail and crashes your wedding—a wedding that cost me a small fortune, I might add—and you want us to go into business with the loose cannon? I think it’s more like you have a couple of screws loose than I’m blowing things out of proportion.”
I left out that I’d asked said loose cannon out on a date. Luckily, it seemed Little Miss Wedding Crasher hadn’t shared that tidbit either when she’d talked to my sister.
I shook my head, still digesting that my sister had invited Stella to present for the investment team. “No, Olivia. Just no.”
“My God, Hudson. I reme
